Sunday and I'm finally back to normal, whatever that means.
It has been a rough week.
You may not know that over the past few months, I've been participating in a workout program called Bootcamp or P90X.
Whatever you may call it,
I call it torture!
(but it does get results!).
It is being offered thru work and it's twice a week of sweaty, painful, torture. On Tuesday, it was really hot here, 95 degrees with a heat index of 100. We worked out for about 40 minutes (in the gym) and the instructor says
"Grab your water, we're headed outside."
Huh? It's 100 degrees, I'm more than half that in age and I'm already sweaty and tired and did I mention I have heart disease?
Yep, headed outside.
Out we went. Thankfully we didn't run far, maybe a 1/4 mile and back inside for more torture. After 10 minutes, he says,
"Grab your water, we're headed outside."
Clearly, I'm delirious.
We've already been outside.
He didn't just say that, did he?
My face and body are literally dripping sweat and I'm a really pretty shade of red, like a ripe tomato kind of red. Nope, I'm not hearing things. I'm not delirious. At least not yet. So, out we go, same routine. 1/4 mile and back for 10 minutes of continued exercise.
Finally done, right?
He says it again. WTH? Are you kidding me? We're running again? Yep. "One more round, then we'll call it a day", he says.
Out we go. In the heat. Already hot and sweaty.
I couldn't do it, but I tried. I ran 1/2 the distance and headed back inside.
I. AM. NOT. A. QUITTER.
I was feeling sick. Oh, God. Please don't let me loose it out here for all the world to see. Thankfully, I managed to find my way to the ladies room before I lost all the water I had drank in the last day. Every bit. But, I recovered (or so I thought), went back into the workout room to finish the cool down and call it a day.
Didn't feel good the rest of the day but I was alive.
That was Tuesday afternoon.
I got home and went to bed (it was about 5:30 PM).
Wednesday, I didn't feel great all day but blamed it on not sleeping well Tuesday night.
Didn't feel much like eating or drinking all day on Wednesday and just kind of laid low but managed to make it thru the day.
Thursday, there was a major event at work so I got dressed up in a pretty, white dress. Had these killer shoes on and was feeling pretty good.
Sorry about the pedicure and the heels - this is a reenactment and I've been working in the yard all morning.
You know. One of those days where you feel like your dress is pretty, your hair looks pretty good, you remembered to put on mascara and lipstick.
One of those kind of days.
And then it happened.
I was carrying my laptop, my phone, my work ID and I stepped into the elevator which was about 1/2 full with more people following behind me. My heel got caught in the grate of the elevator and...
DOWN I WENT.
Like a TON of bricks.
My stuff went flying, I went flying, the lady I fell into went flying and of course, my dress went flying.
Thank God I remembered to put on panties!
Not that that's something I normally forget but I'm just sayin'. Anyway. I scraped the heck out of my knees, hit the bridge of my nose on something, bruised the heck out of my foot that got stuck, my arm has got a bruise the size of Texas on it and I'm in pain. I gathered myself up as quickly as I could and got off on the next floor.
I needed to get out of there as fast as I could.
Do I need to tell you that I was MORTIFIED!?
I stepped out of the elevator and could only think to get out of sight as quickly as possible so I scooted out of view of the elevator.
But, I was not out of hearing range.
I heard one of the guys on the lift say, "That's Terri, she works for Jerry _____ ('cause everyone knows who Jerry is).
Then the next thing I hear is laughter.
Lots of it.
Falls are funny.
Especially when someone is obviously okay but I burst into tears and was beyond embarrassed. The office made me file an accident report; in 25+ years I've NEVER filed an accident report. That's not to say I shouldn't have (like the time I stepped out of the stair well to the outside and dropped about three feet to the ground due to construction). That's a different story. When I fell in the elevator, and had such a bad headache, everyone was worried I might have a concussion. I'm sure I didn't but I did feel sick that afternoon and the next day, too. I went home early on Thursday and again, went home and went to bed.
Not much to eat or drink.
Friday, got up, got dressed and made it into work but by the time I got there, I felt horrible. Rob came and got me and took me home. I slept most of the day away until he came home that evening when it dawned on him that I wasn't feeling crappy because of the fall. I was feeling crappy because I was probably near heat stroke on Tuesday and hadn't eaten much and had barely drank anything since then. He got me a Gatorade, I downed that and within a short time began to feel better.
Another couple of Gatorades and all's well.
Moral of the story is - well, I don't really have one. Except to maybe keep a Gatorade on hand for after workouts instead of only drinking water. Need to refuel those electrolytes or whatever it is that's in Gatorade.
Finally felt well enough yesterday to head out for a little bit. I went to a sweet, little town called Romeo and went to my favorite shoppe: The Urban Merchant. Kevin and Joe run the place and they have great home accent stuff, all with a touch of Paris. Ooh, la la!
Can't show you what I got there but I can show you what I got at a second shoppe in town called "Two Girls in Romeo". It is a teeny, tiny little shoppe but was, oh so cute. I found this beaded and embroidered bag and although it wasn't the bargain I usually go for, I had to have it to hang in my craft room. It's missing some of the beads but not enough to be a problem and I just fell in love with it.
Isn't it pretty?
Click to see it a little better.
The top latch has two little rhinestones on it. Here's the inside:
Again, sorry about the manicure - yard work does it.
I also got this pretty necklace. I think I'll stack it with a bunch of pearls but for now, it's resting in my lavender plant!
Isn't that where you keep your jewelry when you're not wearing it?
I'll be back on Sunday with a stitching update. I had hoped to be done with the A&E repro sampler but have not stitched all week, so I don't know if I'll get finished or not. No big deal, either way - I love working on it. Almost all of it anyway - the over one is not my favorite part but even that isn't as bad as running in the heat or falling in the elevator!
Have a great week ahead, friends! Thank you so much for stopping by and for leaving me a note, when you can! I appreciate them so very much!